DROP DEAD [Verse 1] You found me where the neon flickers like a dying prayer, Lipstick ghosts on bathroom tiles, I wrote I was here. Truth tastes metallic when you bite it through the lie, We were kissing like confession booths don’t testify. You said, “Don’t dress it pretty, let it bruise, let it bleed,” So I handed you my damage like a rosary. Every secret’s just a shadow in a better light— Turn it on, watch it crawl back into sight. [Pre-Chorus] If love’s a wound, then don’t you dare bandage me clean, I don’t want heaven if it edits what I’ve seen. Hold my hand where the silence gets loud— Say it ugly, say it out. [Chorus] I want us drop dead honest, no halo, no thread, Find each other in the wreckage, not the words we said. If it kills the illusion, let it cut, let it spread— I’d rather feel the truth than be beautifully misled. So if we’re going down, don’t you soften the fall, Say my name like a warning written sharp on the wall. We can’t fix what we fake, we can’t love what we dread— So love me drop dead honest, or don’t love me at all. [Verse 2] We were dancing on the fault line, calling it fate, You traced heaven on my body like a map of escape. But every “I’m okay” was a loaded gun, Every “forever” just a future undone. You tasted like a promise I could never outrun, Like a sunrise that forgets what it’s done. We kept polishing the mirror till it blurred who we are— Now I don’t know if I’m broken or just finally scarred. [Pre-Chorus] If love’s a war, don’t you dare make it kind, I don’t want peace if it’s peace of mind. Hold my hand where the silence gets loud— Say it ugly, say it now. [Chorus] I want us drop dead honest, no halo, no thread, Find each other in the wreckage, not the words we said. If it kills the illusion, let it cut, let it spread— I’d rather feel the truth than be beautifully misled. So if we’re going down, don’t you soften the fall, Say my name like a warning written sharp on the wall. We can’t fix what we fake, we can’t love what we dread— So love me drop dead honest, or don’t love me at all. [Bridge] Say you hate the way I disappear when it’s real, Say you need more than the version I let you feel. I’ll say I’m terrified you’ll finally see— There’s no angel in the ache, just me. No choir when it shatters, no light when it breaks, Just two sinners trying hard not to turn into mistakes. But I’d rather burn alive in the truth we confess Than die in a lie dressed up like “us.” [Final Chorus] Let us be drop dead honest, let the fantasy rot, Find each other in the darkness we were scared to spot. If it tears us to pieces, if it takes what we’ve got— At least we were real, at least we were not Just another almost-love that we polished to death, Another quiet surrender in a half-held breath. We can’t fix what we fake, we can’t love what we dread— So love me drop dead honest… …or leave me for dead.
